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James Cameron
Thanks a lot, king of the world

I blame James Cameron.

Once upon a time, Mr. Cameron made a little film called Terminator 2: Judgment Day, which, to my recollection, did reasonably well for its day. The marketing behind the movie conjured up a simple but interesting twist on the movie title for its teaser campaign by dropping the sub-heading completely and shortening the first word to its first letter, giving us the alliterative T2. It was a cute automobile metaphor that played off the fact that Schwarzenegger’s killing machine came off an assembly line, ready-made to maim, dismember and massacre.

It was clever… once.

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Ridley Scott is my favorite contemporary director. One of the few whose movies I will see by sheer virtue of his directorial involvement. His eye for photography is fantastic and his narrative pacing ebbs and flows like gentle surf. His education as a set designer has led him to create fantastic movies from the seed of production design. He has admitted as much on the DVD of Blade Runner. Whereas with some directors that could be an undoing, with Scott it has often enabled him to transcend the narrative.

That’s not to say he doesn’t have his flaws. His later work has suffered from an uneasy fondness for turbulent and slow-shutter cinematography in his action sequences. From such a celebrated visual director this is nothing short of perplexing. Leave the viscera of shaky-cam to directors like Michael Bay who want merely to make the audience happy (or hide flaws in the CGI), or Paul Greengrass who thinks he’s making “You-Are-There” docu-drama every time he rolls camera. You’re better than that, Ridley. Still, even when he succumbs to this injudiciousness, he’s frequently delivered a world and a story worth visiting.

His latest release, Robin Hood, marks the 33rd anniversary of Scott’s debut as a feature film director. How has his work evolved over the last three decades?

  • The Duellists (1977)
  • Stealing liberally, and successfully, from Stanley Kubrick’s Barry Lyndon, Scott makes a strong debut with this Napoleanic-era tale of obsession, hubris and bellicosity. Demonstrating early on his magnificent eye for production design and cinematography, the film is a series of violent narratives and gorgeous landscapes. Elegantly utilizing the more restrained 1.85:1 aspect ratio, Scott manages to capture sweeping vistas in a constrained frame — a feat generally reserved for the likes of David Lean and Terrence Malick.

  • Alien (1979)
  • Then the world took notice. Really three films in one, but paced laconically to heighten the terror when it arrives nearly at the midpoint. The chest-bursting scene remains one of the most iconic images in horror today. Yet as with the best of genre films, one could argue that its sci-fi elements outweigh its horror ones. After one decent sequel and four wretched ones, it’s a relief that Sir Ridley is returning to film not one, but two prequels to (hopefully) wrap this series up right.

  • Blade Runner (1982)
  • Try not to compare succeeding science fiction films to Scott’s masterpiece. Like Metropolis before it, this benchmark of modern sci-fi crosses so many genres it’s difficult to keep track. It’s also a wonder of experimental filmmaking. Compare the five continue reading…

In the interest of full disclosure, I immediately admit that I am a Ridley Scott apologist. He’s one of only two directors from whom I eagerly anticipate a new film (the other being the brilliant Paul Thomas Anderson). Additionally, this review is certain to contain numerous spoilers, so read at your peril.

When I first heard Scott was attacking the Robin Hood legend, I was apprehensive. Then I heard his plan was to shift focus from the philanthropic felon to the beleaguered Sheriff of Nottingham, whom it has been reported was merely a tired cop doing a thankless job. This was not only a different spin on the legend itself but perfect material for someone of Scott’s caliber to tackle.

Then reports surfaced of a proverbial troubled production. Outlaw Russell Crowe was to be joined by throaty Batman Christian Bale as the Sheriff, and the title was changed from Nottingham to the terribly original Robin Hood. Still, a Robin Hood in Scott’s hands could be fascinating if, as was reported then, the narrative would follow Kingdom of Heaven as a crusades-era story of unrest in England.

Then the rumors got truly weird. Russell Crowe (or Christian Bale, it was unclear at this point) would be playing a dual role as both the titular hero/outlaw and the sheriff. Finally, word came around that Bale was out completely and Robin Hood was back on track as yet another conventional retelling of the already belabored Robin Hood legend. Needless to say, things were not sounding good at Scott Free Productions. continue reading…

Entertainment Weekly is reporting that Sahara helmer and former Disney CEO offspring Breck Eisner is in negotiations with New Line Cinema to direct the remake of John Carpenter’s low-budget Escape From New York.

Generally speaking, I abhor remakes, and the veritable plethora of them lately is enough to make me wonder why I bother going to the movies anymore when I can just raid my movie library and see the same flicks. However, there have been some good remakes both past (The Fly) and recent past (3:10 to Yuma) and the bottom line of any movie is… if it’s good, it’s good.

That being said, if this remake is going forward anyway, I’m thrilled that Eisner is taking the lead. Sahara is one of the best and most under-appreciated action movies of the last decade, and his recent horror effort The Crazies proves he knows his way around a remake. So with his involvement, I’m cautiously optimistic.

This will invariably stir wild casting rumors that have zero basis in reality, as well as obligatory speculation as to who should don the famous muscle shirt and David Lee Roth skintight pants. I don’t personally have a favorite at this point. Honestly, it was so hard to imagine Kurt Russell in this kind of role to begin with that the character could be played by just about anybody.

I know who it shouldn’t be, though… Sam Worthington.

Something a little less complicated today. Let’s choose sides, shall we?

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If, after watching the first five minutes of Shutter Island, you don’t know exactly how it’s going to end, then you haven’t seen enough movies, or even a good episode of The Twilight Zone. Unlike a movie such as The Sixth Sense, wherein knowing the ending actually improves the narrative, knowing the outcome of Scorsese’s latest botch-job makes getting there an agonizingly dull chore. Ill-conceived, amateurishly executed, interminably long, and mindlessly pointless, the movie cobbles together wretched red-herring flashbacks and a redundant ending so redundant in its redundancy that it’s redundant. It even falls back on anagrams! By the time we witness the “shocking relevation” we’ve already known it for two freakin’ hours.

Easily the worst movie I’ve seen this year…. and I’ve seen Valentine’s Day!

This month in movie history.
While art in any form, be it films or books or music, is sometimes mired in the current or even the next big thing, looking back can afford a glimpse into that very present and future. So this month, I decided to take a little stroll down memory lane and see how things have progressed since my teenage years and what affect the films of yesterday have had on films of today.

 

25 YEARS AGO:

  • The Breakfast Club: Since James Dean bawled “You’re tearing me apart!” in Rebel Without a Cause in 1955, high school teenagers had, for the most part, been largely ignored on the big screen. Sure, you had the thirty-somethings posing as teenagers in the gleeful sex musical Grease, but that was hardly an honest representation of teen angst in the 70s. You had The Graduate and American Graffiti but those were movies about teenagers entering adulthood as they egressed the relative safety their high school years. Not until John Hughes defined the 1980s high school experience with this examination of the multi-clique social structure did teenagers inside the rough-and-tumble world of high school get fair representation. Even if you didn’t identify with any of these characters, continue reading…

It’s a requirement of every blog. At the end of each year/decade/millennium, every cineaste, film fan, movie maven, what-have-you, is obliged to recap his or her favorite flicks of that timespan. continue reading…

Next year the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences is going to extend its list of best picture nominees to ten. That’s quite an extraordinary feat considering I have trouble selecting five nominees in any given year. continue reading…

We all have our own personal movie favorites to watch at Christmas time. For most the preferred film is It’s a Wonderful Life. For me it’s an eclectic mix of expected and unexpected films that fills me with holiday cheer. continue reading…

In a world of Madoffs and rip-offs, wary (and weary) consumers still need financial advice.

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San Diego doesn’t often come to mind when counting the world’s fashion Meccas. Yet on a Saturday night in Fashion Valley (of course), one could see a fashion show as vogue and vibrant as could be expected in New York or Italy. continue reading…

It’s another beautiful summer afternoon in Kensington and Darlene Love is fighting off bronchitis. Yet she steps off the porch of her home with élan, accompanied by her dogs, Lou and Orson. Sick or no, Love will not be deterred from talking about and walking about her favorite neighborhood in San Diego. continue reading…

I have over 500 movies on DVD. That’s not unique and certainly nowhere near a record. I ran out of shelf space years ago and now the bulk of my movies resides in a large DVD case that sits unobtrusively on the floor. continue reading…

If there is an inferiority curse that struck the odd-numbered installments of the Star Trek movies (a jinx that reversed itself after number 6), then surely there is a correlating and inverse malediction for the Harry Potter features. continue reading…